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The Last War Detective Ferrets and the Case of the Golden Deed

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  • ISBN13:

    9780743227568

  • ISBN10:

    0743227565

  • Format: Paperback
  • Copyright: 2003-10-07
  • Publisher: Scribner
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Summary

Can one animal save the world?So asks Richard Bach, bestselling author ofJonathan Livingston SeagullandThe Ferret Chronicles.This moving fable about the almost-end of a civilization and the profound issues it raises -- that of war and peace, life and death, revenge and forgiveness, guilt and innocence -- is a timely tale of timeless themes sure to resonate with anyone concerned about the present state of the world.

Author Biography

Richard Bach, a former USAF pilot, gypsy barnstormer, and airplane mechanic, is the author of fifteen books. This, his fourth book, spent two years on the New York Times bestseller list and has continued to inspire millions for decades. His website is RichardBach.com.

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Excerpts

Chapter One

Shamrock Ferret set a cup of Mandalay blackberry tea on the side table, tilted a tiny pitcher to add a dash of honey (poured, not stirred) and curled herself in the comfort of her Cases Unsolved chair. The antique she had bought at a used-thing sale, whirl-dots for pattern, soft as woven sunlight.

As the fire warmed the hearth and her own sable-chocolate fur, the detective set a small disk of black felt upon the chair and reviewed the facts.

The patterns of cornstalks fallen in the fields were always finished and complete; they were ever the same, almost an insignia: two stars, one large, one small, joined by a sweeping curved pathway.

The patterns had always been discovered in the morning, having appeared sometime between dusk and dawn, under a full moon. There were no marks of tools or machinery of any kind. There was no reason for the designs, nor meaning in them.

Here she reached a paw to stroke her whiskers as she stared into the light of the fire, and corrected herself.

No apparent reason, she thought. Every mystery cloaks an inner reason, each one gives its meaning only when we have allowed ourselves a new point of view. There are no secrets, she had learned. Through observation, inquiry, through the kaleidoscope of intuition, we detect what has been facing us all along.

She sipped her tea in the office of her flat, watching the fire.

About her in the modest dark-paneled room stood her desk with notepads and pens, the old clock which had ticked in her home since she was a kit, her microscope, brass polished, focus knob worn from use. Here were her shelves of books:Analysis from Zero, Principles of Deductionand thirty volumes ofThe Paws of Knowledge,a set much lined and dog-eared. From a peg on the wall hung her crimson tam-o'-shanter and snow-color scarf of many pockets. By the door a letter-drop and a whimsical bell made from an old ship's telegraph, the pointer atEngines Standby.All peaceful stillness.

Within her was no such quiet. She watched the fire, yet behind her eyes flashed scene after instant scene -- the patterns, the clues, connections between the known and the possible.

Miss Shamrock Ferret earned her living by imagining possibilities, and now the images tumbled like a runaway slide show. Scene after scene rose and fell, possibilities slanting at the wrong angle, near misses, pictures out of match with the portrait of a mystery.

Now she lifted the disk of felt, and holding it gently between her paws, she closed her eyes, opened a door of imagination.

How I love this job, she thought, breathing the scent of Mandalay. How I lovefinding out!

Copyright © 2003 by Saunders-Vixen Aircraft Company, Inc.



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